Words came in a whisper
Echoed in thunder:
Do not let the dust force your feet too many steps forward
Many are the souls who sleep to wake
Across borders where the lines of existence are blurred
I was somewhere and it seemed I died
Then I woke to the sight of a ceremony
Where an aunt sat, three cherubs at her sides
The air raised my feet as I floated to her
She smiled, then passed a handkerchief
Drummers emerged from behind scenes
Black striped dancers swaying forward in snaked rhythm
Smiling to embrace this new entrant
As the dust rose, senses shouted that swange
Was a dance for the feet of mortals
I called out to grace
Then woke, to find light pouring in
And more dancers stamping outside
Inviting me to a dance…
Su'eddie in Life n' Literature 